Sigh. I haven't posted in ages, for one simple reason: I couldn't be bothered. As in, I had no genuine desire to post. Anyway, this weekend has been a terrible one in its awesomeness. If you were to stare at that sentence long enough, I'm sure it makes sense. Essentially, I haven't gotten ANYTHING done this weekend, which shouldn't be the case. I feel so bad. Well, no time for wallowing. I did, however, read Cyril Wong's tilting our plates to catch the light.
WOW. It's utter genius in it's layered nature. The way he weaved reinterpreted Indian mythology and the narrative about the couple is just breathtaking.
He turns to the godess
and says in a whisper
that melts the moon's edge
with its tenderness,
will we be happy, time
cartwheeling through the hoop of us?
Labels: books, bored, weekends, writings